We Don't Need You

After several months of 'uncomfortable silence', I'm back. .

Or so I think.

Still quite busy with hibernating and stuff, but forgive me people, I can't help but rant regarding the 'photo finish' voters' registration for the 2010 elections that was held a few days ago. .

I've always been prejudicial to most government agencies and majority of their employees (precisely due to my numerous first-hand experience in relation to their sucky service, surly attitude and well-loved bureaucracy).

But this time, my sentiments are with COMELEC and its alipores.

We, the voters, are given more than enough time to prepare, gather our wits and march to our nearest friendly neighborhood COMELEC office to register our asses, but we dint.

We were given roughly One-Whole-Year to decide if we want to exercise our right of suffrage.
But we chose to take our sweet time.

We could've squeezed in to our busy lives a few hours to get on with our registration, but no.
We chose to drop by Mall of Asia instead. And because of all the tinsel in the said establishment, we chose to drop by more frequently. Like every waking hour. Yeah, Juan?

We can't say that we're not aware of the on-going registration. We get slapped with that bit of information, every day.

Sure, we may busier than the Air Traffic Controllers at Narita, but dude, One-Whole-Year?!? Come on. Can't you squeeze a day out of your 365 days?

We just chose to postpone the deed.

And if there were a FEW people who genuinely exerted the effort but still didn't manage to beat the deadline due to some very extraordinary circumstances in their lives, sure, we can live with that.

But those few individuals, I'm betting my dog's garapata on this, doesn't represent the majority of those who showed up during the last few hours of registration.


How do we expect to change this country's future if we can't change our habits?

How do we expect to experience a smooth and hassle-free registration if we chose to visit the registration booths the last minute?

What do we expect? That the red carpet will be rolled out for us, and our registration forms served on a golden platter?


And we even had the nerve to complain that the process is so damn slow, and that we should yell at the agency's employees since they are wasting our time, and so we have the right to run amuck??

Please spare me. You infuriate me. Big time.



Tell you what? Do us a favor. Don't bother to register or vote.

The responsible citizens, can make up for yours. We're better off without you.

We don't need you.


Capice? Good.